“I’ve been waiting far too long to do this,” he said, stepping toward her.
The sight of the large, angry man moving so purposefully toward her was more than Tessa could handle. She turned, scrambling across the bed, trying to get away. His strong hands caught her around the waist and stopped her flight. He pulled her pants off, fingers so rough she wondered if there would be bruises later, and she opened her mouth to scream.
Some sixth sense must have alerted him, because he thrust her down into the bed, throwing his heavy weight atop her and knocking the breath from her lungs. One hand came around to cover her mouth. His voice whispered in her ear, “Don’t scream. I have men watching your campsite. You don’t want them to get the wrong idea about what’s happening here. They might hurt you.”
Tessa nodded her head, stunned. How long had they been watching? Did they know about her garnets too? As if she should be worrying about the gems right now—
Daaron was the greatest threat. They lay there for a moment, his enormous erection pushing against her ass, cradled by her flesh. The head pressed against her sphincter.
She shivered, quivering beneath him. He groaned and thrust against her involuntarily, jamming the cock head against her tightly muscled ring.
“Don’t tempt me,” he said, the words little more than a groan. “I want inside you too badly to play any more games, Tessa. Do you get that?”
She nodded her head, understanding him all too well. He removed his hand, pulling back from her, and she lifted her head to one side so she could breathe again.
Her head felt far too free and light, forcibly reminding her that her braids were gone.
She belonged to this man body and soul, so long as she followed the customs of the Warrens.
And if she ignored those customs? Tessa could hardly imagine that—they defined her, had enabled her to survive and thrive. Given her the strength to go to school and better herself. Without them she had no idea what she’d do.
“Don’t hurt me,” she said slowly and deliberately, careful not to move or incite him.
“I will do as you ask.”
She felt some of the tension ease from his form. His hips pulled back from her butt just a little, and he adjusted himself until his erect penis pushed down between her legs.
Her pants still held her feet together, and the feel of him trapped tight between the flesh of her thighs was strange.
Compelling.
“We’ll take our time,” he said, voice tight, triumphant. “At least for as long as I can handle it. I don’t want to hurt you. I want it to be good for both of us.”
The anger had eased from his voice, although Tessa still didn’t trust him any more than she could throw him.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” she whispered.
He laughed harshly and flexed his hips, rubbing his hard cock between her legs.
The thick length grazed her labia, and she froze as renewed sensation rippled through her. A trickle of moisture welled up inside, and her nipples hardened against the bed.
He flexed once more, giving a low chuckle of satisfaction as she whimpered, twisting her hips and trying to get…something. Tessa didn’t want to think about that. A tightening need grew within her, the same treacherous attraction that had always made her vulnerable to him. Only this time there were no caustic remarks and lab tables to hide behind.
Daaron nuzzled her neck, giving her a kiss here and a little nip there, while he worked one hand under her belly and between her legs. She lay helpless as his fingers wound down from her navel to the hair of her mound, burrowing their way to her clit.
Then he slid one down into the fold between her mound and clit, rubbing sensuously back and forth as she stiffened.
“Don’t fight it,” he said slowly. “This can be good for both of us. You’ve waited a long time, so let yourself enjoy it. Your rules always got between us, Tessa, but you wanted me too.”
She wanted to ignore him, to keep fighting if only to prove him wrong, but she couldn’t. That treacherous finger worked back and forth, each slow rub heightening an ache that made her want to squirm and twist beneath him. In that moment Tessa felt thankful for his heavy bulk holding her down, because it kept her from having to acknowledge her response. She was free to play the helpless victim, free to allow her body to betray her and reap all the rewards of that betrayal.
Back and forth, back and forth he tortured her, rubbing slowly and steadily. His hips started to move over her too, providing an alternative friction against her labia.
The scraping feel of his cock between her legs grew smoother and she knew her fluids were trickling out to ease his way. Virgin she might be, but Tessa was far from ignorant.
She’d explored her own body many times and knew what would happen if he didn’t stop.
Just the thought of that white-hot energy running through them, the release it would bring, forced her to bite back a moan of desire. The ebb and flow of slow need and bliss drifting through her body took Tessa’s muscle tone with it. Captive, she lay quietly, allowing her desire to grow until her entire being ached with burning hunger.
He must have sensed her tension, because Daaron increased the tempo, rubbing her harder and pushing a second finger in with the first, ringing her clit and stimulating it from both sides. She sighed heavily, her breath starting to come more quickly. If she could have moved her hips, she would have pressed against him, silently begging him for more.
Daaron laughed.
“I know how hot you are for me,” he said, voice rich with need and desire. “You’re so slick and wet I can hardly stand it. In a moment I’m going to lift up your hips and push my cock in so hard you’ll feel it on the back of your throat. Are you ready for me, Tess?”
She nodded her head, eyes closed, entire being focused on the delicious sensations he’d created. She felt him lift one arm to brace against the bed next to her head, and then his hips rose, pulling his cock out from between her thighs with a long, slow movement that drew a groan of need from her throat.
The hand buried in her clit pulled back too, cupping her mound, and he raised her hips off the bed. After a moment she was high enough that her knees could find purchase. He pushed them apart just a bit with his hand, although it wasn’t very far—
the pants around her ankles kept them from spreading. It didn’t stop him though.
Within seconds she felt the wide, swollen head of his penis pushing through her labia.
She froze—he was so big and she’d never had anything up there before. Tessa knew it was supposed to hurt though. Her mother had warned her as much. How much would it hurt with a cock as big as Daaron’s?
Dear Goddess, he might tear her apart.
“Relax,” he whispered, his breath warm in her ear.
She tried to raise her upper body with her hands, but he kept her down low, allowing only her hips to meet him. She understood why too. There was no way she’d be able to resist him in such a ridiculous position, no question of fighting back at all.
Daaron held her completely at his mercy.
Slowly, oh so slowly, his wide cock head took her. Tessa felt every inch of him pushing against her sensitive membranes, felt the way he widened her and pressed inexorably within. Fortunately her opening was well slicked with her own fluids, and he continued to work her clit with both fingers. Long moments passed. The tight pull of tension centered between her legs rose so high she felt like she might come on the spot.
Each time his fingers grazed her she wanted to die, desperate to pull away from him and end the near-painful stimulation, and terrified that he would stop all at the same time.